Aren't these lovely? I adore the bush. It's called Sweet Broom. All year long it is green but in the spring it puts on a show of magnificent yellowness. I wish I looked good in yellow. Anyways, it's planted way in the back of our yard, in perfect view from our kitchen window where I slave away at the dishes day after interminable day. The Iris is planted close to it and just started blooming. Our friend across the street dug up a bunch of hers last June, (along with many other plants) and gave them to us to transplant. I divided them into 3 bunches but only one has started blooming.

Aaahhh. Spring.

I love bulb flowers, too. But I'm always so impatient for them to grow. You have to wait almost a year for anything to even pop out of the ground. I had quite a few planted at our old house and I loved seeing them come up year after year.

I just planted some tulip bulbs so I'll keep my fingers crossed that I'll see them next spring.

Last night was quite eventful. I was awakened at 1:30 in the morning to the sound of retching. It was Grace. She had bombed her bed (top bunk), floor, playroom floor, bathroom floor, toilet, ad herself with the contents of her bloated stomach. At dinner she kept eating and eating. I told her no more but she kept saying she was so hungry. Dinner was very tasty. She couldn't stop herself from pigging out on Cajun Fried Chicken Strips (fromscratchthankyouverymuch), Alfredo Pasta, and Steamed Green Beans. The leftovers don't seem so tasty today:(

Anyways, while she was in the tub, Zane woke up full of cheer as if he'd slept all night. He kept running around shrieking and playing. Grace kept shrieking because he was trying to get in the tub with her. All the while, I'm scrubbing the carpet that I just shampoo-ed not a scant week ago and trying not to lose it myself. After 45 minutes of wondering how everyone else seemed to sleep through the ruckus the place was finally deemed "Good Enough" and Zane was put back to bed and Grace and I headed downstairs where we put on Enchanted (that is a very cute movie).

This morning at breakfast everyone kept talking about how they were awakened in the night by Grace's very loud, carrying voice. What I want to know is why didn't anyone come to see what was going on. I guess nobody is worried about earthquakes, home invasions, or wildfires.

About Zane's foot. I got the results of his x ray and they were: inconclusive. That seems to be a theme around here. The Dr's office is now referring us to an orthopedic surgeon to further investigate. There is something that looks weird with his 3rd and 4th toe but they don't really know. So now we are waiting for the referral. Meanwhile he just shuffles around on his gimpy foot looking like a recovering stroke victim.

Never a dull moment.

Brooke--I'll post tomorrow, I promise! I've got things almost narrowed down to a few dozen or so.